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Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the seeking for Is all…
Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God— Of these Two—God remembers The longest—for the friend— Is integral—and therefore Itself dissolved—of God—
Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit “Sir I have another Trust”— Death doubts it—Argues from the Ground— The Spirit turns away Just laying off for evidence An Overcoat of Clay.
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions, It quivers from the Forge Without a color, but the light Of…
Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays. ‘Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust— Ruin is formal—Devil’s work Consecutive…
Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep To suspend the Breath Is the most we can Ignorant is it Life or Death Nicely balancing. Let an instant…
Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not, To introduce his soul. Could go from scene familiar To an untraversed spot— Could contemplate the journey With unpuzzled heart— …
Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me And flirt all Day with Buttercups And marry whom I may And dwell a little everywhere Or better,…